Setting the Mood

October 14, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Slowed down by illness, I am craving artistic expression, but with 4-year-old boys in the house there is no safe place to art. On top of that, since the computer crash, I have not yet been able to retrieve my photographs or writing. So… I have been playing with the few photos, and stock photos […]

April Sendoff

May 1, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weather cooperating, we gathered poolside to celebrate a late April birthday. Such a nice way to bid adieu to April. Two of my ‘kids’ and a daughter-in-law. For Bushboy’s last on the card.

Unedited

June 30, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week: unedited

Curve Ahead

June 28, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

One photo, two ways, for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

Close Encounters

June 26, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Demanding Attention

June 17, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.” Henry Miller ( Linking up with Debbie Smyth’s Weekly Quotation-Inspired challenge.)

Sun Power

May 29, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

April At The Lake

April 24, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Industrious

February 17, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: pick a topic.)

Morning Blush

January 9, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky

Origin

Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)

The Last Train (Sonnet)

We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]

Mouse Massacre

There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]